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I gazed at her for a moment, a new feeling rising up to combat the pain and fury. An insatiable lust, deep and boundless, as if I had been alive for thousands of years, craving the whole time but with nothing to satisfy me. I use the sparing clarity brought to me by this foolish goddess and put my plan in motion. More tentacles spring forth and bind each of her limbs, strong and tough, no longer fading as the ones from before had been. Soon followed by a bones and flesh sickeningly regurgitated from the mass, skin pulling over and short black hair growing out a couple inches on my newly formed head. I feel her quiver and strain against the first tentacles, trying to look back at Cthulhu for help. I didnt think I could get angrier but I was proven wrong, this bitch failed in her piss poor attempt to subdue me and immediately tried to back out. I think not. My hand shoots forward and grab her under the chin, forcing her to turn back to me. Making her look me in the eyes as I passed her sentence. A tinge of madness akin to Cthulhu's dancing in my gaze. She quivers as our eyes meet and a crooked grin slides onto my face. I speak and an voice I am both unfamiliar and familiar with issues forth. Smooth and charismatic like Cthulhu's but a bit off. Less silky, a rougher feel to it. My words echo and reverberated with a similar abyssal quality to them. "Do not look at him. You made your choice, had your chance. It is my turn now and I have no intentions of throwing it away. I am going to enjoy you to the fullest. You my foolish goddess, will end this day submitting to me, not the other way around."
I tighten my hold and create some more tentacles. Giving them small barbs that I use to immediately rip the clothes off of her body, shredding them and baring her supple flesh before dismissing them and creating something more suitable for the situation. Thin strands with bristled tips wrap tightly around her nipple and start to pull and wring them, another tracing its way down her abdomen towards the slit between her legs. A thicker tentacle whips against her ass and brings out a surprise. Instead of a yelp in pain she released a sensual moan. My other hand reaches forwards and strokes her soaking pussy before bringing it up between us, displaying it before her.
"It seems as if my filthy goddess is a masochist. Does it arouse you so much to be dominated by a mortal? Someone you think beneath you?" I lick one of my fingers, savouring the taste, before forcing them into her mouth, cutting off the words she had tried to speak. "That was rhetorical, it is plain as day how filthy you are." I take both hands away from her face and punctuate my words with a harder whip across her ass. Her head rolls back and she releases a loud moan and gyrates her hips back as if trying to chase the tentacle. Taking the opportunity provided a new tentacle splits open and binds to her face, gripping the sides as it sends smaller strands to trace inside her mouth and coil around her tongue. I grip her breast, enjoying the elasticity before pinching and twisting her nipples in time with the increasing whips against her ass, bringing out a satisfying muffled moan before leaving them back to my tentacle and moving to more enjoyable regions.
"Its time to kick things up dont you think?" taking the the tentacle that had been abusing her ass I whip it against her sopping pussy with my question. She let out a muffled shriek and started to grind against it covering it with a flood of new juices in response. "Thats what I thought." Pulling the soaked tentacle away from her I line it up with her ass and place my new 11" cock against her pussy. A wild look of panic enters her eyes as she stares down at the massive objects about to pierce her before it is replaced by submission and desire, almost need. She rocks her hips back and forth, pressing the tentacle against her anus and my cock against her pussy, releasing whimper, begging to be pierced. A feeling of ecstasy washes over me, how satisfying to have this bitch beg me to be fucked after she tried so hard to control me. I grab her hips and plunge myself and tentacle deep inside simultaneously. Her head whips backwards and eyes roll in a soundless scream and it is finally my turn to moan, the inside of her pussy feels like nothing I''d experienced before. Forming tight around my cock, sticking and writhing, pulling me deeper into its perfect embrace. Her ass clenching tight around the tentacle violating her from behind sends another jolt through my body, catching me unawares that I could feel such things from them. My mind starts to blur as I move into action, losing track of time, reveling in the wonderful feeling of her flesh as I indulge every passing fantasy that comes to mind. A mess of juices, screams and moans, heat and unleashed lust. Tentacles forming for their purposes, whether to whip or caress her, bind or contort, sliding in and out of existences as they are needed. The unearthly ever present pain providing a subdued backdrop only serving to contrast and enhance the pleasures I am experiencing. The pleasure and pain build after what seems like an eternity until reaching a point of climax.
Brought out of the blur by the building pressure I looked at the now sloppily disheveled face of my former goddess, the difference between what was hanging before me and what had greeted me just after my death gave me a moment of pause, Did I really do this to my goddess? My hesitation and short pause in movements bringing her a moment of clarity, she looked at me and saw my hesitation. A look of frantic desperation crossed her face, afraid that I would stop it now at the height of things, afraid that I would reject her again. A pathetic little whimper issued from her mouth that had long since been void of tentacle and free to let loose.
"Please, please." hearing the desperation in her words and seeing the look on her face I sneered at myself, how pathetic I had about to have been, hesitating now after everything. I crushed the sudden doubts and obliterated them, never again would I be so pathetic and hesitate. My sneer now forming on my face as I looked back at her desperate eyes. My hand shot forward instinctively and grabbed her throat, now at the brink of climax, I squeezed and she issued a small gasp while continuing to gyrate on my cock and tentacle.
"I told you at the start, You would submit, absolutely, to me by the end. No need to worry, you'll get everything thats coming to you." With that I slammed my cock into her, right down to the base, my tentacle straining deep in her ass. A blissful smile and look of exultant acceptance wiped the desperation off her face as an incredible strength burst from her lower body. Her insides tightening and pulling me to her deepest parts and her legs restrained by tentacles overpowered them to wrap around my waist and pull me tight against her, accepting my entirety within. Her actions and the shift of expression on her face caught me slightly by surprise, I chuckled at the sudden almost cheeky behaviour of the goddess before me and finally embraced the climax. An overwhelming amount pleasure flooded my body as I ejaculated inside her, her head thrown back and hands grasping the tentacles that bound her arms as she screamed in release, to my surprise the tentacle burried deep in her ass also released massive amounts as I filled her to the brim. Both of us frozen and shaking in release the pleasure faded from me and the pain finally burst back into the foreground with a vengeance. As if she could sense it her rolling eyes snapped back to mine as I glared at her, fighting back the pain for a brief moment.
"You are MINE." I growled as the pain burst up my spine and into my brain, then down my arm and searing my hand that had a death grip on her throat. I heard her scream her voice tinged with immeasurable pain and pleasure as she vibrated against me in another shattering orgasm before everything went black and the pain forced me into unconsciousness.
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Cthulhu looked at the pair before him and felt a pain starting to grow between his eyebrows before reaching up and pressing against the bridge of his nose in frustration. He had given them some privacy to accomplish their deeds while keeping only a sensory watch over things, to ensure their safety before returning to see the final baffling moments. He had attempted to stop the final moments only to find himself unable to move and was shocked. Someone much older and more powerful than even he was had obstructed him from intervening. Not only that, but they then left him to deal with the aftermath, not even deigning to say a word or explain themselves. What a nightmare, and he would know, dealing with this would cause no end to troubles. He looked down at his youngling and the goddess, seeing the fresh brand that circled her neck and the look of blissful oblivion upon her face, both unconscious before shaking his head in defeat. He waved a hand, sending the goddess to a separate space to convalesce, then conjuring a seat to wait for his younglings return to consciousness and brooding over events and how to handle them.
Sure Persithi wanted his younglings acceptance but to go so far... even with her kinks was nearly inconcievable. Did the rejection hit her that hard? Was she that desperate for a favour? Well she had gotten much more than just a favour. Now the Divine High Priestess of his newborn youngling getting an eldritch favour was an incredibly simple matter, but the implications and the waves that this would send through the community of younger gods started to build more frustration within Cthulhu. It was one matter for a full fledged Eldritch to have a god one of their priests but for a newborn.... unheard of and an absurdity. He reached down and touched his younglings head, observing the workings in his unconcious mind and the dormant parts of his soul. He smiled slightly in pride. Aspects of Madness were present withing his younglings soul, accompanied by aspects of Lust and Space with an incredibly surprising amount of room left to develop and grow further, and a depth locked behind a wall that even he was unable to break. This confirmed his thoughts that someone was meddling, not only to stop him from preventing the branding but also granting his youngling who would have already been an incredibly capable Eldritch almost on par with himself a breadth of potential that significantly dwarfed his own. Smiling further until it finally became the grotesque too wide smile he laughed and dispersed his frustrations. An Elder much stronger than himself had intervened, he could not change it so why fuss, at least he knew that things were happening behind the scenes that would ensure some form of success for his youngling he would be happy. The problems Persithi's new appointment would cause could be dealt with in the future and the situation could be hidden until they were ready to deal with it. Having concluded his worrying Cthulhu turned to a more enjoyable task, thinking of a name for his youngling. He sat in silence, pondering until he found a name and then sat contentedly waiting for consciousness to return to the young eldritch before him. After a time he sensed a stirring and turned to smile down and spoke.
"Welcome to your new life Vi'Cothol. Awaken and let your Eldritch reign begin."